He was a little worried this morning, apprehensive about riding the bus on his own.
|Worried about riding the bus alone.|
He was nervous about going to a new school, with kids he doesn't know. But he managed a tiny smile.
|An "I love you, Mommy" before we let for the bus stop.|
|Stepping on the bus, with help from Daddy.|
"Mommy, is Wil home yet."
"No, sweetie. He won't be home for a few more hours."
And finally it was time to meet the bus.
And Wil got off the bus. Sadly.
He didn't like riding the bus. He doesn't remember the names of the kids in his class. He didn't know where to throw his milk out at lunch....
Everything is new and scary. He'll be fine once he gets the hang of the new routine. But in the meantime, we need to help him figure out how to deal with the things that worry him.
First up is the bus issue. I asked what would help make it better. His answer: a green and white bus. While I can't do anything about that, I can give him something to look forward to after riding the bus. We're one of the last stops in the morning and one of the first on the way home. Yep, I bribed him with a Tootsie Roll, his favorite candy, when he gets home tomorrow. It may not be the best solution, but it will help until he gets comfortable.
Then we spent some time role playing this evening.
First up: disposing of the milk carton. He practiced finding a teacher and asking where the trash was. Pretty simple, but he was smiling, knowing he had the words to solve his problem.
Next, making friends. We all took turns introducing ourselves to each other. And we thought about times when he could get to know the other kids: meeting the kids sitting next to him, finding another kid playing something interesting on the playground.
These are all pretty easy things. But sometimes I forget that we learn how to do all this. He's used to preschool where the teachers tell the kids when it's time to clean up and make sure they throw their trash out. He's used to a much smaller class, with a lot of kids that he's been in preschool with since he was 2.
He went to bed feeling better about school. I think he'll be fine. And hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.